The devil's Pact - S01 E387

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The devil's Pact - S01 E387

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I kept fucking her and she kept grinding her clit against me. A second orgasm burst through her and she tightly held me. I kept pumping my ass, my balls ready to burst. Her pussy muscles writhed on my cock and I groaned, a flood of bubbles rose out of my mouth as my cum shot into my wife. I heaved against her as it felt like every nerve in my body exploded; lost to the pleasure of my naughty filly.

We washed up onto the sandy beach, still wrapped around each other. Mary was atop me, her wet hair brushing my cheek. I was still inside her, hard and ready. She leaned up on her arms, her breasts brushing my chest as I reached up and stroked her cheek. A wave surged around us, warm and salty.

"I wish we could just stay here forever."

She smiled at my words, gently rocking her hips. A slow, languid rhythm. "I would love that."

"We could find a beach like this, away from everything," I told her. "Leave all of this responsibility behind. Just us and the sluts...and the maids. A magnificent beach mansion full of hot women eager to please us.

Her green eyes sparkled dreamily, then she sighed. "Our enemies would just find us, Mary bitterly answered. "The Patriots, Lilith and..." she swallowed her last word. I wondered whom she was about to name. Ever since she spoke with the Mother Superior, she had been cagey about some revelation. Something so important that she could reveal it only in the Matmown.

"We have this night," I told her."

"We can return here every night," Mary whispered. "Our safe refuge from the world. Just me and you."

Friday, November 8th, 2013 - Mary Glassner Tacoma, WA

Mark woke me with a kiss. He was sweet that way.

"We're about to land," he told me.

I yawned, smiling at my husband. The dream had been such a success. We made love for what seemed like hours on that sandy beach. The dream-sharing worked just like Sam predicted. According to her, we could share our dreams without needing Azrael because of how tightly bound together our souls were. The Angel had laid the bridge, but we didn't need her to cross anymore. We were so close that our souls were practically one, bound tightly by wishes and spells-and love.

"And what lead to Sister Cuntrag submitting to Master and Mistress?" April asked. I frowned. She was sitting next to Korina, a laptop on her lap and her fingers dancing across the key.

"Master turned her into a bitch," Korina answered. "He put a choke collar around her neck, dog ears on her head, and a butt plug with a dog's tail up her ass. Then he and Mistress took her for a walk outside."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You're Gods, Mistress," April answered. "I'm going to write about your life. Every religion needs scriptures."

"Wow," Mark whistled. "I didn't know you were a writer."

April flushed. "I've always thought about it. I wrote a few...dirty stories and published them on the internet."

Mark laughed. "What a naughty slut."

I bent down and kissed her on the lips. "Good luck. I can't wait to read it."

April managed to blush an even deeper shade of crimson. "I'll do my very best."

I sat down next to Mark, leaning my head on his shoulder, thinking about April's writing a scripture about us. Sometimes the sheer magnitude of what we were doing would fall on me, burying me beneath an avalanche of guilt. We weren't Gods. We were just two flawed individuals muddling our way through the world, thrust into events for beyond our capabilities.

Lucifer had to be stopped. We had to have the World prepared in case the worse should happen and the Gates of Hell are opened and the Devil and his ilk are unleashed to plague mankind. They would transform Earth into Hell, oppressing and enslaving everyone.

This mess was our fault. Mark and I were both too weak to have made better choices, and now we had to reap the harvest we sowed.

We landed at McChord Air Field, part of Joint Base Lewis- McChord. It was a combined Army and Air Force installation that bordered the city of Lakewood. A different limo waited for us than the one we used in Kansas. We had several armored limos that were flown about on one of our many C-130 cargo planes. There was no media waiting for us in the early hours of the morning, only an honor guard of Airmen.

The Limo drove us north on 1-5 to the Murano Hotel, our temporary home while our Mansion was being constructed. After Brandon burned down our neighborhood, we had commandeered the Hotel in downtown Tacoma. I was still tired, the flight was only a few hours. Just long enough to take a nap, but I needed more sleep.

The lobby was full of our maids, dressed in a variety of sexy maid outfits. They were mostly teenage girls, but a few were older women. They were all recruited by Willow out of her clinic and bound to Mark with the Zimmah spell.

"Master, Mistress," Pearl bowed. She was the chief maid. Her teenage daughter, Cindy, was one of the thirty or so maids that greeted us. "Welcome back."

Mark motioned to the dusk-red Hindi beauty he met in the hospital. "Karishma will be joining your maids," he told Pearl. "I haven't bound her yet, so don't let her see anything sensitive. I'll take care of that later today." He yawned. "After we get some more sleep."

"Of course, my Lord," Pearl bowed, then took Karishma's hand. "Umm, aren't you a pretty one. The girls and I will take good care of you.

All of our family and employees had rooms here. Only people bound by the Zimmah spell stayed here now. Leah, our chauffeur, was greeted by her husband and wife. I was glad their three-way marriage worked out. It was wonderfully romantic watching Rachel and Leah fall in love that weekend in New York, and Jacob seemed to round out their threesome nicely.